Overlook Horizon

The way up to this point on Lake Powell was a genuinely bad idea, and I keep agreeing to bad ideas of that particular shape. I was on the rim in the dark, breathing hard, with the canyon below me still a rumor. Then the sun came over and the desert did not so much take the light as start shouting with it. Reds and oranges going off like something struck. Arizona is a country of vast and patient landscapes. This one had waited all night to say that, and said it in four minutes.